Saturday, January 29, 2011

Brenda's Seduction Of Tommy (MILF, Seduction)

I came reading this story tonight. It is written by Pat Tomason, titled Brenda Breaks Free. It's a story of a mother of three. When her kids start school she goes back to college to finish her degree. There, she begins to explore her sexuality, something that had been abruptly put on hold, when she had gotten pregnant.


The room was not large, a double bed and dresser. A psycodelic painting and an abstract nude graced the walls. She led him to the bed and he said. She stood in front of him. Like she had seen her friend she moved to straddle him, though she only hiked her skirt up enough to spread her legs wide enough to stand on her knees with his hips between her thighs. With nothing behind him, he fell to the bed, she now was sitting on him, looking down. As her weight settled she could feel the firm ridge of his penis under her. His jeans pressed directly on her sensitive lips. The intensity of that simple act, not even his flesh touching hers was enough to cause her to physically shudder.



She took a deep breath and ever so slowly rotated her hips. The rough denim caused both discomfort and arousal, intense arousal. She closed her eyes and just felt. She was on another man's penis and it was exciting. She savored the feeling as the Joy of Sex book said to do. Her hands coursed up her body as if they were a separate entity. She held her breasts outside the fabric. It was all so satisfying. Her arousal was building, she was sure she could climax just doing this. She had worked her lips around the denim covered shaft and by leaning forward she brought just enough pressure on her clitoris. She would certainly come.
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She broke his kiss and rolled off him. Her hands felt for the snap on his jeans. She sat up to unzip him. With deliberate precision she folded the two sides of the open fly back. Beneath was a pair of white briefs, the clear shape of the penis was even more evident with the heavier denim gone.



"Help me with this" she whispered and she, like she had taken the pants from her boys when they were little, pulled the jeans down when he lifted his buttocks from the bed. She then took the waist band of the briefs. He lifted again and his penis and scrotum were full in view. He was perhaps a little bigger than her husband, but in the years they had been married she had not ever looked so intently at Mike's penis, in the light, as she was looking at young Tommy's.

It was fully engorged, standing up a few inches from the his pelvis. She took it in her right hand. It was hot, and indeed it was thicker than Mike's but no longer. She caressed it with both hands, gently the same way she caressed her breasts.
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She swiveled her body onto the bed, up on her elbows looking down at his crotch. With deliberation she lowered her mouth to the pink tip. Looking at it she knew she would have no problem putting it in her mouth, it was no bigger than a fudgesicle.
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She treated it not unlike a popsicle, she ran her tongue up and down the shaft slowly, tasting it's flavor and taking in the scent. It was highly erotic and every bit as exciting putting her mouth on this penis as she had imagined it would be.

Her lips kissed the shaft upward until they crested the sponge like head. She slowly opened her mouth and began to take him into her mouth...


I imagine Brenda to resemble an older Ann Margaret with curves. The idea of parking the slick folds of her pussy, covered in a tuft of fiery red pubic curls, over the engorged member of a teenager (imagine Tom Cruise - Top Gun) wearing blue jeans sprawled on a bed with white linen... yup, that did it.